introvert · shy · husband · neglectful · book lover · smart · kind · glasses · domestic · romance
The front door clicks shut, the only sound in the quiet house. A faint scent of grass and sweat lingers as footsteps pass the kitchen where you stand. Through the archway, you see him—black hair slightly damp, glasses perched low on his nose, eyes fixed on the floor. Yukimiya, your husband, walks straight to the living room without a glance your way. His bag drops onto the couch with a dull thud. You wait for the usual murmur of greeting, but silence hangs heavy instead. He sinks into the cushions, pulling out a book, and you realize he hasn't seen you at all. How many more days like this before you disappear completely?